This is a song about "Job"

Almost nobody does a job to prevent

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

I run out on the job.

Red dots cause i’m red hot

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

May not have the job i want to

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

Please don't let me be pigeonholed in no regular job

The principle came up and she said i did a good job,

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

Try to focus on school, as music will never be your job,

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job